Good-Bye Little Girl, Good-Bye

The sound of the bugle is calling. Fare thee well, Fare thee well, The soldiers in line are a-falling, Fare thee well, Fare thee well,

"There's a rose in your hair sweet maiden And its fragrance rare floats on the air, But the rose from your cheek is fading Hark! I can hear the trumpets blare.

Good-bye little girl good-bye, Good-bye little girl good-bye, Just let me wear this rose so fair, For I'm marching away to be a soldier.

Don't cry little girl, don't cry Bye and bye little girl, bye and bye, In my uniform of blue I'll come marching back to you, Goodbye little girl good-bye."

From afar comes the sound of a battle. bugles call soldiers fall, On the ground mid the roar and the rattle, Lies a boy, Soldier boy

"There's a rose in my breast my comrade I could hear him say mid the battles fray, If they spare you to see my darling Will you take it back to her and say.

Good-bye little girl good-bye, Good-bye little girl good-bye, Just let me wear this rose so fair, For I'm marching away to be a soldier.

Don't cry little girl, don't cry Bye and bye little girl, bye and bye, In my uniform of blue I'll come marching back to you, Goodbye little girl good-bye."